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my memory of you
may be like a phantom
but I will never forget
how your voice sounded
your silly grin
everytime you told a joke
or how you
shifted from one leg to the other
when you were thinking
I know exactly how your hair moved
and how you looked at me
my memories have a shape
yet they don't
they hang around
like a phantom
behind a soft fog
I wonder
if I drove down the street
visiting your childhood home
would your mother still welcome me?
or would someone else open the door?
I wonder
where you are now
oh phantom of my memories
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